the outlaw.
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But some great woe weighs, with presentiment,
My senses down.
My senses down.
Enter Amelia and Page.
Speak, boy, what says my father?
Ah! tears! he's dead! My heart
Forboded this.
Page. No, lady, no:
My lord the Duke is well.
He greets you kindly, and thus bade me say:—
With all good speed bid her to hurry on,
Her father sighs once more to bless his daughter.
This letter, lady, vouches for my truth—
This pacquet and this well known signet ring.
[Lady Isabella takes the ring.
L. Isabel. [rapturously.] My husband's ring!
Oh! happy fate! He has at length relented:
This letter will explain.
[Reads.] Farewell; I died blessing my injured wife—
[Lady Isabella faints—Amelia goes to her assistance.
Ah! tears! he's dead! My heart
Forboded this.
Page. No, lady, no:
My lord the Duke is well.
He greets you kindly, and thus bade me say:—
With all good speed bid her to hurry on,
Her father sighs once more to bless his daughter.
This letter, lady, vouches for my truth—
This pacquet and this well known signet ring.
[Lady Isabella takes the ring.
L. Isabel. [rapturously.] My husband's ring!
Oh! happy fate! He has at length relented:
This letter will explain.
[Reads.] Farewell; I died blessing my injured wife—
[Lady Isabella faints—Amelia goes to her assistance.
